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And this is where I have to object.

The black trench-coat wearing figure shattered the mechanical hand holding him back, and started his advance yet again. You don't know ruthless, you silly, silly little girl.

Apex scowled, trying to keep her composure, to not let this creature see weakness. "You are nothing but a figment of a deranged mind. A product of a power that Bramford boy could not deserve less."

You continue to amuse me with your pretences of depth and sophistication. But that is starting to run dry. The fact is, little girl, you buckled to that idiot's pressure and sundered your heroic reputation and good graces to survive. You scorned a helping hand and tried to drive the boy I am bound to insane.

Just when she was expecting it to say that such was revolting, so she could make light of it again, to show she didn't fear it, the being chuckled darkly, And that, is my job. And mine ALONE.

Apex was standing there one moment, and then a huge black tendril of force crashed into her, far faster han that thing had ever moved before. She crashed into one tree after another, used as a ragdoll for the mirth of the greater villain than she.

You snapped a cripple's neck. That was not ruthlessness -that was simple cowardice. All the more fitting for a disgusting little parasite, an inferior cretin who hurts others so she can feel good about her half-existence. You are nothing, you will always be little more than your brother's wart. You're a pathetic creature who doesn't even deserve the attention needed to swat into a pile of remains.

Apex laid there, body and now mind being broken down, every word from the Void's mouth was spoken with the voice of everyone in her life, including her brother, including Captain Britain, all imposed underneath its own dark monotone.

She could barely see a thing - it was like swimming in a deep, dark, vast ocean. Its voice came from everywhere and yet nowhere, I am The Void. Remember this sombre humiliation whenever you think yourself the apex among your kind.

"Stop. Yes, that's right, stop. Now, look at me and my comrades—look at our faces and focus on the eyes. Now, take a look around at your comrades. Look at your weapons, look at those around you. Search your minds and be honest about how willing you are to do this. And then, I want you to ask yourself the most important question in your life right now: do you think a bunch of two-bit zealots are going to stand between us and the people we came to rescue? If you think so, then come at us, and fare thee well in battle. If not...get out of my way.

[T]hat incident in Helmand involved some FAC work, a danger close Hellfire missile, and a certain British captain in the Army Air Corps getting an earful of interesting Australian vocabulary.

In her defence, Amelia was under some stress at the time (and also HMG and RCLR fire), she did apologize later at the bar, and she wouldn't have used such language if she'd known who "Captain Wales" actually was.

"Listen, my brothers and sisters, and...those that I have no idea what to call. We know what we are! Crippled! Infected! Bastards! Cursed! We are worthless. We are hopeless. We are lost people, abandoned by both men and gods. Our fates would have left us spread around the various filthy parts of the world, nobodies indistinguishable from dirty and garbage.

"But we refused! We refused to die like animals. Instead we rose up and fought against our fates! We fought for no riches or fames, no men or gods. We feared no death. We spared those who didn't held weapons against us. We fought with greater courage and honor than any forces on this earth.

"Kings and noble men tried to stop us. What happened to them? Their castle collapsed, their houses burnt, their people scattered! We made kings cower in fear. Our names quiet down ill-behaving children. We destroyed dynasties protected by gods. We are no longer nobodies. Our names will be written on the history as destroyers!

"Behold the army in front of us. We are outnumbered, outmatched, outequipped, and out of our minds. Shall we or die here? Maybe we will! But since when did that stop us? Since when did we fear death? We were all dead men since we are brought into the world! But our marches across these lands made us alive, immortal, in our achievement.

"Tonight when all this done with, if we win we shall continue our marches. If we lose, then we will be brought in front of gods. And we shall drag them down from their jewel encrusted thrones. We shall show them that our fury will never stop and make them regret damning us in our births.

"Soldiers! Charge!"

"Wait! Please, I Have a Family! My wife, my foals-" This was rewarded by a kick to the jaw.

"Your enitre existance revolves around destroying families, animal" it hissed in a voice like a wind in a tomb. "You truly think telling me about yours will save you? Trust me, when I'm done with you, I'm coming for them. And I plan on burying only what I cannot eat or wear."

"They say that when you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you. Do you know why? Do you know why every, single, last evil creature in existence spends it's waking hours burning out its eyeballs staring into the light? It's because they don't want to see what it is that they are sharing the abyss with, Mr Ambassador. They know that we are there. They feel our breath on the backs of their necks and the rush of wind when we take one of their comrades and they do nothing. Nothing but stand, and stare, in their thousands. Because they know that if they do tear their eyes away from their beloved and cursed light they will see us. We are the monsters that give your worst nightmares nightmares. We ARE the abyss, Mr Ambassador. There is nothing we will not do to complete our duty. Do not give us cause to see what that will entail."

-Inqr Voss to the US Ambassador, UN General Assembly

"We touch the untouchable. Whether that entails handing out food and water to refugees, helping escaped slaves or putting a point nine three six through a senator; we honestly don't care."

-Unattributed (Chapter quote)

"Look, you can already tell what I physically am," he said as he stared the girl down, "A big, pale as snow reptilian creature who lives in a basement."

He pointed toward the small basement window almost accusingly, "But I swear that they're are people out there, who legitimately believe that me, and beings like me, control the governments of the world in some plan for conquest. If I were part of some world controlling group, I wouldn't be living in my boyfriend's basement. No, I'd be bathing in bathbombs and making sure my boyfriend isnt scraping by to both feed the two of us and get enough testosterone supplements.

"The Beautiful Sailor Suited Warrior of Love and Justice! Sailor Moon!" Said the blonde princess of the moon. "In the name of the Moon, I'll punish-"

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...." Such was the reply of Skylar, who had fallen asleep... on his feet leaning on is right. Sakura looked at him surprised, while the senshis are pretty much confused.

"He fell asleep on his feet..." said Mars, stating the obvious.

"Maybe he's part flamingo," added Venus. Mercury was gonna say something, but she just couldn't help but internally facepalm.

"Aniki?" Sakura gently pushes him, making him shift and lean on his left. "Aniki?" She pulls gently his shirt, making him shift bak to the previous pose, leaning on his right. "Aniki?" She pushes him back to the left. "Aniki?" Pulls back to the right. "Aniki?" Pushes back to the left, then sighs and pulls him back. "Aniki!!"

"GYAAAAAAAAAHH!!" Skyler wakes up and by reflex shoots a ball of dust forward, knocking the wind out of the senshi by accidentally filling their lungs with dust and making it hard to breath for them. Skyler realizes this and looks to his sides, befure casually whistling and strolling off. Sakura blinks a couple times and then realizes what happened.

"Hey, wait, aniki!" Sakura goes after him, as the senshi are trying to recover from having aspired all that dust. They'll be coughing for a while.

I'll never forget old What's-His-Face.

And like all her kind, Drei made examples of people by making them ground zero for a multi-kiloton explosion.

To her own annoyance, Geda finds that her coffee cup shakes slightly when she grips it. It is the sheer relief that does it: Janek’s survival, and now the freedom to divulge the secrets and to welcome her friend into the hidden world. No more secrets, she thinks, a matchtip of joy kindling and diffusing from her heart. No more hiding.

So one of her pilots had decided he didn't like the layout of streets in a town and rearranged them by stomping about with his Zaku. And Cima had to deal with it. "How many did he kill?"

"None, it seems. Several were injured." The lieutenant was glad about that. He really didn't want to have found out how his CO would react to that serious a violation.

"Arrest Pilot Officer Djgoverski. He carries a sidearm, yes?" The lieutenant nodded uncertainly, equally aware he didn't know where this was going, he probably didn't wish to, and he was going to find out anyways. "Inform the townsfolk they have both Djgoverski and his pistol to do with as they please for thirty minutes and make both available to them, separately. After that, if he is still alive, secure him for transport to California Base and proper court martial. If not, secure his body for transport home." Cima tapped her small clipboard against her palm, side-on. Perhaps she should get a swagger stick or riding crop for the gesture instead, it seemed to have a useful calming effect on her. "Dismissed."

"...Not many towns could boast a troupe of real, un-live dancing skeletons on Nightmare Night."

'Don't you think that's a little... extreme?' Markus inquired, raising her eyebrows at the capsuleer opposite.

Katra looked at her quizically. 'What? I'm only using nuclear rounds. Hardly overkill. Besides, I'm bored.'

Markus' mental image of the capsuleer adjusted itself yet again. Somehow, she felt a conversation with one of the nigh-immortal demigods would have a little more... gravitas.

...she was a little constrained by the speaker placement, which was not quite optimized for what she wanted to do, but collateral damage should be minimal if she was careful.

(She paused to take another very quick nip from her flask.)

Jeannette tilted her head at the Zeke woman. "I should really slug you for that one, but that would violate the terms of the truce. And if you are going to hit on someone who has been trying to kill you with tank cannon for months then I don't think punching you would work any better."

"We're stubborn, Captain. It's why we've come so far." Cima replied, grinning.

"Your leaders are mass-murdering freaks with a fetish for nerve gas and nuclear arms, and that's why you've gotten this far. Enjoy the backlash, because it's gonna get worse every time you lose, every time you have to ask for truce. Good day, Acting Commander."

"...I showed her what a real man is. You should have seen the way her face lit up when I bought her some flowers and candy. Do you know; she actually cried when I brought her a pretty dress? She never had one before. And she absolutely melts when I tell her 'I love you.'"

I'll kill you for this. Mark my words, ape. You are DEAD!"

A crooning voice echoed from around the black hallway, the end of which had a large, expansive fridge, open and on display, "Yes...this is your fear. Isn't it? How sad...how very, very sad."

The deer skull mask of Daemogaunt reared above the fridge, vanishing and then reappearing behind Allan. He felt the pinprick of six long, thin nails rake lightly down his bare torso, "Yes, you fear the loss of everything that makes you attractive. For you, if you lose these..."

A light tap on his abdomen, "Then you lose THESE."

One of his friends scoffed at him and then laughed and walked off. Another chuckled viciously, and then grinned in a ghastly manner and chatted with his friends. They were all laughing at him. Laughing at the sad little overweight boy.

"For you, appearances are everything. Its all so unreal. Isn't it? Isn't it? Don't you want to indulge yourself?" A long, skeleton arm reached in and pulled out a piece of fast food, a burger that looked damn delicious until Allan had his hands on it.

Then it looked disgusting. Rotten. Worms crawled through it. Maggots feasted on one end of it. The lettuce was brown and white. The sauce looked rancid and let off a smell like decay.

"When one looks at you, they see a handsome, good young soldier. Fighting the good fight. But a look inside...and they see the anorexia. The insecurity. You were never meant to have the power you were given."

He needed to eat. To make this horrid voice go away. But the food was all spoiling. All becoming rotten and crawling with eggs and maggots.

"Oh, but you are pathetic. And so very, very unreal." Allan screamed and collapsed, scratching himself all over imagining himself six years ago, plump, alone, hated, scorned, unable, disabled, hated, ALONE.

He brought his gun to his head.

And then he was awake, sitting in front of an old, empty fridge in the garbage dump. He let out a long, whining cry, more pitiful than anything else.

And somewhere, Daemogaunt grinned.

Alyssa looked around as she found herself suspended in the air by puppet strings. She saw the stag-headed "man", Daemogaunt, standing there, and somehow she could tell he was enjoying himself.

His voice, as usual, was a crooning whisper, "You are a puppet. Dancing on your pretty little strings. You dance the way the boy wants, to stay in his graces, hollow, callow boy he is."

Allan appeared, an uncanny puppet resembling him only in the way that the paint job mimicked his appearance and even his eyes.

"But if you for a moment abandon a single string..." Daemogaunt severed the string controlling Alyssa's left arm, and Allan's features distorted somehow into a hateful grimace.

He moved off, controlled by strings of his own, held by Daemogaunt's fourth arm.

"Yes, you're a willing puppet, a girl dancing for the sake of others. Never for yourself. Oh poor, poor thing. Don't you want liberation?"

She hated these strings. They burrowed deep in her skin, they scoured her bones. They peeled into, through, muscle and tissue. "Oh, its so unreal. Unreal...yes...you have a most unique, disappointing personality."

She tore at them frantically - no matter what, even as she watched her friends turn and abandon her, she could not help herself.

"And that...is why you have strings. Because you fear...if your errant, aberrant desires became known...they would all abandon you. And they would, you know."

Alyssa screamed and awoke, sobbing, in an old puppet shop. And she knew, somewhere, that creature was grinning.

He appeared as a man in clawed gauntlets and cruelly talloned and spurred sabatons; swaddled and cowled in a tattered, black robe. Of his face, nothing could be seen except his eyes; blazing red like embers. He was surrounded by a fish-eye distortion, as if light and air were loathe to touch him. Hate rolled off him in pulsing waves. A fly lit on his shoulder for an instant, and fell dead as a stone; it's carapace warped and twisted by the malevolence he spewed into the air with every not-breath.

The large sword the monster was carrying in its holster at its side was bigger than itself. Its large, metallic wings shone in the moonlight as his fangs grew larger. His giant, ogre-like hands tensed up in a fist, which made its scaly hide become raspy, like a barbwire. Its talon-like feet gripped the ground with such a strength that they caused fissures in the ground, staring from there.

It's large muscular chest opened like a sideways eyelid, revealing a large catlike eye that began to shone. His eyeless face seemed to grin as it opened its mouth showing another eye that pops out. He opened his hands, showing similar eyes on its palms. Then the eyes it had on its back and shoulders popped out as well and they all began to aim to the five downed magical girls. Majorina laughed loudly as the Smile Precure tried to recover their ground, but with their wands frozen in black stone, it was gonna be a futile effort, but they couldn't give up. All the eyes began to shine brighter, generating energy focuses. The girls were not gonna let them have it. The monster was ready to unleash its powerful-

"Silverwire." The shout became from behind the creature, which got suddenly trapped in a silvery rope, from wings to tail, to feet, all covered in the silvery rope. The voice seemed to belong to the young man the girls met before, but he was more clearly seen than in the shadows: Red and blue hair with matching long sleeved shirt, black leather vest and pants, black combat boots, a black spiked collar and a matching armband in its left wrist that seemed to be the source of the vines. Now both of his eyes were visible, his right eye being blue in contrast to his left red eye. His left hand is still not seen, as he keep it behind his back. "Look, mom! With one hand behind my back!" The cure seem shocked to see him so nonchalantly stopping the monster with one hand behind his back.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Think that thing will stop our monster?! And who do you think you are with your outfit? Me?! HAHAHAHA!!" The young man was not amused by his statement. In fact, he seemed offended.

"Young man, you have to run!"

"Shred him, Pesadilla Akanbe! Show him our real power!" order Akaoni, to which the monster obeys as it began to grip and strongly pull on the strange looking vines, snapping a couple apart. The generals began to laugh until they heard a gripping devilish shout of pain, combined with a shout of terror from the cures. They then realize their monster was being punctured violently by large sword-like spike that came out from the vines. "But what in the-?!" They then look at the young man and they get in shock. His face now sports an evil smile and he pulled out his right hand out, which has a metal gauntlet that reached up to its elbow and seems like a metal talon with metal skulls at the knuckles, like if they were rings fused into it, and one inside an inverted pentagram at the back of his hand, which he promptly shows to them. "W-W-What are you-?!"

"Silvershredding", said nonchalantly the devilish man, now with a more snarling and deeper voice, pulling his right hand slightly , which makes the "swords" in the vine swipe furiously, destroying the monster in a rather gory fashion. Or it would if the monster had any blood in it, as it seemed the monster just got cut apart and expelled light. The man was not amused by this. "Oh, FUCKPLEASE! Not even a single drop of blood? This is SHIT!!"